51: Chapter 49: Turning the Tables 51: Chapter 49: Turning the Tables “Not bad, just a little provoked,” Mo Yan gently closed the door, his face heavy.
“Mengyao is our only Water Element Superpower User; we have to give her an explanation,” Ai Yang knew the seriousness of the situation and frowned in contemplation of a strategy.
We can’t touch Su Mo, she’s my junior and has saved my life,” Mo Yan sighed deeply, patting his shoulder.
“First, we need to find out who violated Mengyao.”
“At a time , you’re still soft-hearted.
Your little junior is so bad, yet you still cover for her,” Ai Yang felt somewhat helpless.
“Alright, I’m not, come and treat my wound,” Mo Yan pulled him along, signaling with his eyes that they were still outside Chu Mengyao’s door, without saying much.
Ai Yang sighed and followed him to his room.
Here, Su Mo was completely unaffected by Mo Yan’s words; she returned to her room and waited for the ice block that Lu Chen had formed in the toilet to melt before rushing to take a cold shower.
With her hair still wet, she stepped out of the water and directly climbed onto the upper bunk.
The man below was fiddling with some firearms she could not understand, as well as some round, bomb-like objects.
“What did you read at Old Shen Du’s just now?” she asked curiously as she dried her wet hair.
“The food consumption is too fast, we need to eliminate some of the ordinary people,” Lu Chen answered, his head down, manipulating a strangely shaped little ball incessantly.
Su Mo’s hand, wiping her hair, paused: “Kill the civilians?”
“The supermarket was emptied, there’s a food shortage.”
His concise explanation made Su Mo realize that they had a hand in it as well, but the consumed food couldn’t just be regurgitated.
“It would be enough to drive out the civilians, why kill them all?”
“This hidden paradise, once it gets out, will you handle it?”
Lu Chen’s reply was cold, but she also knew it was the truth; if outsiders knew about this place, it would likely lead to a battle for territory.
She thought for a moment and said, “Maybe we can come up with a solution that satisfies everyone.”
“What?” Lu Chen stopped what he was doing and his deep blue, cold eyes looked at her.
“Li Qian seems to be unaware of this.
Before the apocalypse, he and Su Niang depended on each other and seemed to have some feelings,” Su Mo finished drying her hair and shook off the droplets, hanging the towel on the railing beside the bed: “Do you think we can exploit this?”
Lu Chen put away the ball and narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly: “Hmm?”
“If Su Niang holds some place in his heart, can’t we use a strategy to sow discord?” Su Mo’s cute face lit up with a smile, her mind already concocting a plan.
“You can try,” the man put the ball back into Space and picked up a gun to assemble, his eyes showing little emotional fluctuation.
“You must have thought of a plan already,” Su Mo flipped over and lay on her back on the bed, her head resting on the railing while hair fell in the air.
Drops of water fell from her hair onto Lu Chen’s pant leg, splashing.
The man took another towel out from Space and tossed it over her face: “Dry off and go to sleep.”
Obediently removing the towel from her face, she dried her hair and waited for it to air dry before lying back down.
After a busy day, Su Mo quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, she was awakened again.
“Get up,” Lu Chen prepared water for her in the toilet and placed two bottles of mineral water on the table for her to drink after washing her face.
“What for?” Su Mo rubbed her eyes and sat up.
Okay,” Su Mo suddenly perked up, adjusted the leg wrap that had shifted on her thigh while sleeping, and prepared to climb out of bed.
The soreness between her legs caught her off guard, and she missed her step and fell straight down: “Mommy, Lu Chen!”
The man caught her in an instant, preventing her from hitting the ground.
“So sore,” Su Mo cried out in pain, standing up straight, her sore thighs trembling slightly.
The man frowned, making sure she was steady before letting go of her: “Get ready and come out.”
As soon as Su Mo left the room after quickly getting ready, she heard the pained groans coming from Zhao Xiweng’s room next door.
It seemed the pain had persisted all night.
She ignored it and continued down the stairs, leaning on the wall for support.
Jianxiong joined them in their morning training routine, both of them still with a green countdown timer above their heads.
Su Mo looked at it a few times and got used to it.
Due to the excessive training the night before, she was ordered to do stretching exercises on the side while watching the other two run.
The full ten laps she had run, which had left her legs completely spent, seemed like nothing to them; their pace was consistently high.
Jianxiong tried his best but couldn’t keep up with Lu Chen’s astonishing speed, eventually slowing down his pace.
“Boss, you really haven’t lost your touch,” Jianxiong said, resting against the wire fence, his breath slightly uneven.
Lu Chen’s face turned stern, his words laced with a hint of anger, “Am I really that old?”
“No, no, I’m the old one,” Jianxiong’s round face stiffened, then he took a few steps back, regretting his words.
Maybe it was because he had spent too much time with his sister and noticed a few signs of aging?
After stretching, Su Mo felt much better; the soreness in her thighs had significantly eased.
She waved at the two men from a short distance, shouting, “I’m hungry.
Let’s go have breakfast.”
“Coming!” Jianxiong, nearly frazzled by Lu Chen’s gaze, rushed over as soon as he heard her call.
The cafeteria was crowded in the morning, and it was rare to see Li Qian among the crowd.
He politely greeted them and continued to eat his porridge gracefully.
As usual, Su Niang was serving the food.
Using sanitary pads, Su Mo noticed her complexion had improved a lot.
“Good morning, Su Niang.”
“Ah, morning,” Su Niang warmly greeted her.
She truly liked this young girl who had eaten her meat and had helped her in an urgent situation.
She served Su Mo a thick bowl of porridge, two big steamed buns, and a dish of pickles.
“Thank you,” Su Mo said, taking the heavy plate and finding a table for the three to sit and eat.
“I can’t eat all this,” she said, handing half of the porridge to Lu Chen and one bun to Jianxiong.
“What are your plans for today?”
Just waiting for the timer to hit zero so we can go out and scavenge for supplies,” Jianxiong finished off a bun in just a few bites.
“You’re with her today,” Lu Chen said, taking a sip of his porridge, for he had other matters to attend to later.
Keeping things mysterious, Su Mo pursed her lips; she too had things to do today.
After finishing, Li Qian greeted Su Niang and left.
Not long after, Lu Chen also left.
Like yesterday, Su Mo waited for the cafeteria to clear out until only Su Niang was left.
Only then did she turn to Jianxiong and say, “Keep an eye on things here.”
“Got it,” Jianxiong found a table near the entrance of the cafeteria and sat down, playing the role of a watchman.
Seeing this, Su Mo couldn’t help but laugh.
She adjusted her facial expression, trying to look serious.
“Su Niang,” she called out to the woman washing dishes at the window, gesturing to the side door.
There’s no more food today,” Su Niang replied, wiping her hands as she stood up and opened the side door to let her in.
She wanted to say a few nice words to Su Mo but seeing her serious face, Su Niang’s friendly expression became a bit uneasy: “What’s the matter, girl?”
Leaning close to her ear, Su Mo whispered urgently, “Su Niang, I’ve heard there’s going to be big trouble in the prison soon.”